January 13, 2005
Ride 49:21 Forgive me fellows for I have sinned. I have not journaled a ride in the last week. I’ve ridden every day this week but most of them were miserable rides. The two words I can think of are “Fucking weather.” Winding, cold conditions hold down my time, as well as lights, as well as asshole traffic.
1/13’s ride was a good one. It started quickly. I’ve learned that I can pull myself up the Argonne hill and the University Hill fairly quickly. These pulls netted me an extra minute or so. With little wind, I was able to attack Roland Avenue a little better, getting to Northern Parkway at a bout 13:20. All in all, I had a strong ride. The key is to attack the hills, and then attack the slopes, but take some time to rest.
Only I nearly crashed coming down the East 43rd hill where I had to abort the turn, losing about twenty seconds. That made the time 49:20 instead of about 49 or even less if I hadn’t had to stop at lights. I realize through riding that one can only understand greatness in attempting the every day.
Each day shows me what additionally I can do. Simple stuff. Like one might assume that getting lower on the bike makes a difference in the riding. However I’ve realized when getting lower really helps versus when sometimes it really doesn’t reduce your time.
Often I found that riding is the tension between where you have to ride and where you have to rest. When I think about what I’m doing, I consider that the guy who slayed the field in the Jones Falls Valley Time Trial had to average 25 mph (going nine miles in 22 minutes) versus my placing 26th and doing that time in 31 mph. I realized then in the pain of defeat (knowing I was slow and being passed twice) that you are not racing others. You are racing yourself. You’ve got to conquer you’re own demons every day to prepare to take on the best.
January 7, 2005
Ride 52 minutes; 16.6 avg 14.75 (odometer read 14.75 it seems to stop in the cold—which was 45 degrees and a little windy).
Terrible ride in terms of time. It was cold enough were you had to want to do it to do it. Cold. Northern Parkway at 14:30. Top of Falls Road by 22:30. Top of Ruxton Hill at 28:30. Top of Bellona at 39 minutes. I went a little faster down York. Not enough to make a difference.
January 4, 2005
Ride: 49:59 17.5 avg, 33 mph max.
This was a really good ride. The temp was nearly sixty. It felt like Miami Beach. (Miami people think of sixty as the middle of winter.) I intentionally rode trying not to strain the whole way. Absolute pain is the difference between my going 48:30 and a 52:00. That 3.5 minute change represents so much real pain it’s not funny. On this day though, I focused on trying to keep steady on speed. I did well even though I only made it to Northern Parkway and Roland in fourteen minutes, when thirteen is my best time. I did especially well this time on the hills by staying seated and battling through the hilly parts.
As I ascended the really big hill I kept my speed nearly through half of the bottom section, climbing at 14 mph. I looked to the right and noticed between six and eight deer standing in the woods like extras in a science film flick. It was like they would say, in perfect English, “Come with us mortal.” They were probably waiting for one false move. I was just glad they didn’t run out in the street since there were cars coming. Anyway, the Bellona hill that day was less painful than usual and I reached the top in about 37 minutes (also the ten mile mark).
Again, I rode somewhat more easily and reached home just under an even 50 minutes.
January 3, 2005
This ride was a good ride surprisingly. I had a bit of a headache and a stomach ache from a food place at which I had eaten the night before I presume and I felt it the whole ride. I was up on most of my checkpoints. I had little ability to finish and ended up not as fast as my quickest time: a 48:30 in the end.